Since I've started writing, things that happened in yesteryears just keep cropping up. At times, things and people that I thought I've long forgotten now return.
The nostalgic memories sadden me, at times. How I wish I could go back and tell them how much I love them. I really miss them and I miss him in particular.
Maybe, if I had the power to go back to the past, I may want to rewrite the ending of my stories of yesteryears.